The Ocean

Children race under curtains of sun where kites fly laced in joyous delight
Echoes of childhood still remain of melancholy play , forever locked in wistful refrain
As days of bucket and spade pass away
Trapped in endless blue, the sun shines bright, while fleecy clouds turn pure white
Sparkling and clean the waters race,
side by side to crash on lonely shores reflecting the joy of childish faces
Winds blow , clouds fly as mountains turn in ominous skies
And she stirs as rain blurs the interface of sea and sky
The mountainous waves speak in tones of thundering grace, ask me now for I do not lie
Blackness descends , the winds do howl ,life comes cheaply , she replies
Swept away in a lovers quarrel , the rage kept locked away
She acts now in magnificent display
Feelings of anger , jealousy and rage
Till at length she calms herself , her fury abated to all things related
The golden sands once again in mid-day sun
Rainbows grow in shimmering mists
And still I wait to see what mood exists
Time is suspended for who knows how long, the seas are calm and pure as glass
And all is normal , feelings of love again at last

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Jim, this endures a good flowing verse, enjoyed your poem. Many Blessings with your Featured Poem of the week. By the way no matter my blue color or tune I am always here, spreading the colorful cheer.....Happy Easter!" xox~ LINDA